Lorcafish
And this poet gone to Styx. This larkish renewal.
Promise
The river
turns
back.
Up the rock hill.
Before the beginning...
The bow of my emotion.
The old
sky
shuts her dark eyes.
The new
wind
wants dry desire.
(In the tangled bushes beneath the road: butterflies.)
Too much exasperation
The exertion
of curves
again & again.
The river and the night embrace again & again.
A wakefulness,
A quiet dawn song, a trembling that has no rest.
—Where?
—At the beginning . . . In sleepy night
In the curve of the day
before beginning.
Fire.
This coming together.
(What is absent
Absent absent
up in the aching tree?)
One--
That phantasm (one for scent, one for the desire).
That phantasm...I just went crazy.
Singing mooring
(Sing, my pulse, in your shallow rhythm.)
The river of imagination
abates.
Night withdraws
her protection
from my weariness:
I’ll embrace the loss
with energy.
A hopeful ending!
K.Q.
Thanks. some romantic, elegiac wanderings, perhaps not even seeking audience, perhaps too tied to another time...some time after 1950 I suspect.
Thanks for reading and responding, K. Q.
Peter
Is a Lorcafish that weird looking trout with the whiskers and has spots on his side?
cousin from the Spanish anarchist underground, actually. Homosexual poet, playwright murdered at the end of WWII by Franco's thugs, in my dreams.
Well Franco did a lot of good things for Spain..
Nah, more like making friends with Ireland.
and the treaty that gave us the right to have military bases there. Always liked Spain. Never saw Hemingway's Spain, more like some drunk GI's version of Iberia.
And the Poor Ferryman Charon must tend also
the river Lethe that merges and circles, circles
forever 'round the outer rings of Alhegiri's
Dream. Super surreal creation Peter. tom
Thanks, Tom. You've made a contribution to my understanding of my own poem.
Actually, this time, reading the poem before getting to you comment, I was also thinking it read like a description of the music behind a film or at most a sketch for a screenplay.
amo,
Peter
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/22/2009 03:52AM by petersz.
I just reread Lorcafish Peter and your "screenplay" intuition
was exactly what I got this time out of the read. Each strophe
reads like a "set-up" for a scene. I really like the form this
took. How aout you? Very unique, especially if you were not actually
attempting the creation of a screen or stage play. tom
Tom,
I enjoyed reading it that way. I am always interested in alternative ways to read a piece, whether it is mine or someone else's. Thanks for coming back to it.
Peter
this is absolutely fantastic! I love it.
The new
wind
wants dry desire.
(In the tangled bushes beneath the road: butterflies.)
Too much exasperation
The exertion
of curves
again & again.
This part is especially exceptional. (did I spell that right?)
Bravo.
Sherry
I'm serious. I love this one. It might be my all time fave of yours.
Thanks, Sherry. There is much psychological landscape here.
Peter